Dear Bully
I don't know why you hate me.
I don't know what I did to deserve this.
When I came home today, I looked in the mirror.
The poem I writ today, memorizing me.
'A locked door, a rusty razor, a towel stained with red. A folded note, a broken mirror, and a young girl lays there dead. Their emotions tangled, the room begins to swirl. She was mummy's perfect angle and daddy's little girl.'
-Willow
A/N Yes I did write that poem.
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Dear Bully
Teen FictionDear bully is about a broken child named Willow. She left her childhood too soon. She gets bullied without knowing why. But what will happen when her bully starts feeling sorry for her. Only one way to find out....
